9/6/1999

If Only…

Again alone I sit with pen in hand
Waiting and watching around.
It seems that life just passes me by
I meditate without a sound.

It seems that nice girls finish last
At least with me it's true.
No matter what I try,
No matter what I do.

I'm looking for a gentle soul
To spend time with and to hold.
To hold his hand, caress his cheek
With our silence, volumes we'd speak.

I guess I'm doomed to be alone
With thoughts, my pen, and pad.
I wonder how my life would be
If only a Love I had.